And once more I passed by a small herd of “happy cattle” — a family of dairy cows who were obviously quite content to “live the good life” in lush & spacious fields — a family of dairy cows who were obviously oblivious to the true intentions of their less-than-kind masters — a family of […]
Terri and I pulled briefly into the hostel rest-stop at Sauvage, and while we were not met with any sizable amount of Kindness there, I was able to witness a signaged tribute to one of my favorite French words — Poubelle (pronounced poo-bell), which means nothing short of “garbage” or “refuse” … 😀 “The readiness […]
We flowed easily enough into the tiny hamlet of La Truyere, where a young boy calls out to us and offers to sell us a snail he had captured. I choose to set aside his less than kind offer and respond as though he was giving me the snail freely — announcing a hearty “Merci […]
One of the advantages of walking with the same person(s) for any significant length of time is the wider range of Meaning-full topics that can be far more deeply discussed. And indeed, such was the case on this day’s walk with Madeleine — a walk that allowed us to cover a variety of truly important […]
There were many ways I “did my part” by spreading the anti-exploitation & pro-justice vegan message, and yet one of the simplest and most fun (though admittedly probably also the least effective) of those ways was simply leaving the gates of dairy cow paddocks wide open whenever I walked through them … 😉 “There are […]
It was standard practice for me to pause every time I passed a herd of dairy cows — to offer my heartfelt apologies at the violent death that awaited them all, and to encourage them all to make a unified run for freedom; to break through the nearest fence-line and hide away in the nearest […]
Fittingly enough, shortly after appropriately bemoaning the plight of so many of my bovine friends, I came across a relatively large herd — watched over by a relatively large bull — of dairy cows; all of them sitting or standing right in the middle of The Way … :O … Just as appropriately, I and […]
My mood was soon darkened more than a bit by this particular visage: a small gathering of understandably upset mother cows who had been separated from their babies by their “owner” — a standard practice in the dairy industry, even on “local” “humane” “grass fed” “organic” farms like this one … 🙁 🙁 🙁 “I […]
And once again I passed by yet another herd of “happy” dairy cows, and once again I felt the disgust welling up inside of me. And yet I wondered: from whence came this super-strong and incredibly uncomfortable response? Yes, I knew full well that each & every one of the bovine individuals pictured was but […]
I ambled onward along The Way’s varied pathways until I finally reached the small town of Rouillac and the adorable church on its outskirts. Other than the exceptionally warm ambience, there wasn’t much remarkable about the sanctuary in general, and yet I was especially intrigued by yet another sighting of St. Anthony and his pig […]
After awhile I passed a tented fruit tree. It had been tented to keep out the birds, and yet as I walked past I heard an unusual rustling sound therein – a sound that turned out to be a woodpecker trapped inside its netting … :O How metaphoric – and indeed how tragic – that […]
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